The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The train smells of wet wool and stale tobacco. You are in a booth. Your wife, Clara, sits opposite. She is wearing the coat. The blue wool coat. It is fraying at the cuffs. The elbows are thin. You look at it. You look at her face. She is humming. A tuneless sound. A small vibration in the air. We are going to the Institute. We always go to the Institute. It is our life. It is our prison. It...

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